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Landscaping

By Felix Phile copyright Dec. 1999

During my time as a student I had many summer jobs, most of them typical 
student jobs. This is the story of one of them.

One year when I was about 20, I spent the summer working for a 'Landscape 
Architect', which meant that I mostly mowed lawns. It was a pretty good job 
- it didn't pay a lot but I got to spend my time outdoors being active. I 
would show up at my boss's house every day at 8:00 and we'd drive in his 
pickup to the first location we'd be working at that day. Most of the time 
we'd work at several different houses in one day, some of them really fancy 
places that took a lot of work. Not just cutting the lawn but a lot of 
trimming and weeding too.

Other places would be quite small, one person could do the work in an hour 
or two. When we had one of these my boss would drop me and a lawn mower off, 
then he'd go on to another place. I'd do the work by myself until he came 
back to pick me up.

One of the contracts he had was with a small gated community. It was really 
just a short 'U'-shaped street that was all private property. I'm not sure 
exactly what the setup was but I know there were some really strict rules. 
Everyone had to use the same colour for painting their houses, no one was 
allowed a TV antenna on the roof, things like that. Part of the deal was all 
the backyards more than about 10 feet beyond the back of the house were 
common property and weren't fenced off. My boss had the contract to maintain 
all of the vegetation in this community.

Along the bottom end of the 'U', behind the houses, grew a small stand of 
pine trees. The soil there was pretty sandy too. Because of the trees and 
the soil and maybe for some other reason grass just wouldn't last in this 
area. It would be fine until July or August and then just dry up and die. My 
boss tried to talk the owners into something other than grass but they just 
wouldn't go for anything else, so every summer he'd put down new sod on top 
of the old.

There was quite a bit of work to this, dumping topsoil onto the old grass, 
raking it out, putting down rolls of new sod, watering it all down. It was 
going to take a couple of weeks for two of us to do it all. After a few days 
he decided that he couldn't leave his other customers for too long and that 
I'd have to do the work myself. At first, he'd drop me off in the morning 
and then come back in the afternoon to check the work before going home. By 
the start of the second week I was getting there and back on the bus and 
he'd just drive by to make sure I had enough topsoil and sods to keep going.

I really enjoyed the work. It was pretty hard and dirty but I was getting in 
good shape. The walkman hadn't been invented then but I'd bring a radio and 
plug it in wherever I was working. I'd work until lunch cleaning an area 
then spreading topsoil. After lunch I'd put down the sods and pound them 
down. Then I'd have to water them for an hour or so. Watering was easy work, 
just spraying with a hose, which was good as it would be the hottest part of 
the day. Then I'd rinse off as best I could and hop the bus home.

Then one day, which started just like every other day, I was busy putting 
down topsoil behind one of the houses. I had my back to the house as I raked 
out the dirt when I heard a girl's voice behind me call out, "Hi."

I turned around to see who it was. Standing at the patio door that each of 
these houses had was a girl that I took to be about 16 years old. I rested 
my rake on the ground, wiped some sweat off my face and said, "Hi," in 
return.

"Can I talk to you?" she said.

"Sure," I said, then put down the rake and picked up my water bottle from 
the patio.

"I'm Beth, I'm home sick today."

I thought it was a little odd that she'd tell me this. For one thing, high 
school was out for the summer by now.

"Hi, I'm Felix. I'm putting in your grass." I paused, took a drink, then 
added, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, just stuff. None of my friends are around. They're all in school."

"But you're not."

"No, I didn't feel good this morning. I think I'm having... you know... my 
thing."

I didn't know. I had an idea but again it seemed odd that she'd be telling 
me this. "No, what thing?" I asked.

"You know... my woman's thing. I had a cramp this morning and my mom said I 
could stay home when she went to work."

I was a little uncomfortable talking about this so I said, "I'd better get 
back to work."

"O.K." she said, then "Can I watch?"

"Sure, I guess," I replied, then put down my bottle and picked up the rake. 
I started spreading out the little piles of soil that I'd shoveled on to the 
lawn earlier. I could see Beth as I worked. She stood in the door for a 
little while then sat on the step. After a bit I stood up straight to rest 
my back. Beth called out, "How old do you think I am?"

Again, a strange thing to ask. I thought for a moment and then said, "About 
sixteen?"

She stood up and said rather proudly, "I'm thirteen."

I didn't know what to say to this. It certainly went a long way towards 
explaining her behaviour and why she'd still be in school. I took a good 
look at her, more thoroughly this time. She was tall, only a few inches 
shorter than my 5' 10". She had long dirty blond hair down past wide 
shoulders. What I could see of her tits under a white T-shirt were very good 
for thirteen. Not huge but very respectable. Her hips were full, well 
developed inside her cut-off shorts, and I could see that she had nicely 
rounded thighs and calves with the skin you'd expect of that age. There was 
just a touch of baby fat that served to fill out her curves.

My guess was that she'd hit puberty early. Combine that with a large frame 
and she had the build of someone several years older. She might turn out 
statuesque in later years or maybe just stocky. She was obviously quite 
proud that she looked several years older than she was.

"Well, you certainly look older," I told her.

"I'm in grade seven and I'm the tallest girl in my class. Do you like me?"

I realized that she wasn't just bored, that she was flirting in a simple 
way. Normally I would have brushed her off but I hadn't really had any 
female companionship in ages and her interest was flattering. I figured 
there wasn't any harm in talking to her while I worked so I said, "Well, 
you're very pretty."

She looked pleased with that and said, "Some of the older guys at school 
think I'm sexy. One of them told me that when we were in the park after 
school."

This sound interesting in a vicarious sort of way so I prompted her, "What 
were you doing in the park?" That was all she needed because she obviously 
wanted to tell me the story.

"Well, Grant, this guy who's in grade eleven and seventeen was talking to me 
after school and he asked if I wanted to go to the park and I said O.K. 
'cause he's seventeen and I didn't have to be home until suppertime when my 
mother gets home. So we went to the park and we walked around and he said 
'Do you want to look in the woods?' and I said that I never go there, which 
I did a couple of times before. He told me it was really cool and he could 
show me his fort so I said O.K. We went into the woods to where there was 
this big hole in the ground with a big piece of wood on the bottom that 
somebody dug out. He said it was his fort but I knew it had been there 
before. So he jumped in and helped me climb down and we sat on the wood and 
he put his arm around me."

At this point she was sitting on the step and looking at me with kind of 
excited look. "So then what happened?" I asked. I had been seventeen not 
long before and I knew what I would have been trying to do back then if I 
had any female past puberty in the woods.

"Well, he told me about how he and his friends thought that I was really 
cute and sexy and how they wanted to talk to me but they couldn't because I 
was only in grade seven but he wanted to talk to me anyway. Well, then he 
put his other arm around me and tried to squeeze my...my booby and he 
squeezed too hard and it hurt so I pushed him off me. He tried to pull me 
and told me I had big tits and how I was always trying to show them and he 
wanted to feel them. I told him to get the 'F' away from me and I was going 
to scream and he said I was just a... some bad stuff and I got out and ran 
home. Do you think I'm a... a... bad person?"

"No," I said, "I think he was an asshole trying to make a nice girl do 
something she didn't want to do." I did think to myself that I understood 
why he'd want to touch those tits and she probably had been showing them off 
a little too much. But he still was an asshole.

"Yeah, I think so too," she said.

Just about then I realized that we'd been talking for a while and it was 
lunch time soon. I told her that I had to get back to work so I could finish 
raking out the dirt by lunch. I picked up the rake and started working hard, 
spreading out the dirt as I thought about her in the woods and what her tits 
would be like. I think I worked a little faster since I was kind of excited. 
I managed to get the dirt evenly distributed by just about my regular lunch 
time.

I walked out to where the main pile of dirt and sods were, dropped the rake 
and grabbed my lunch bag. I didn't want to sit in the sun so I took it back 
to where I'd been working. I washed my hands using the hose then sat down on 
the patio beside the radio and pulled out a sandwich. Just as I was taking a 
bite I heard the screen door open, I looked up and saw Beth.

She smiled at me and said, "Do you want to eat lunch inside?"

I looked down at my filthy clothes and said, "No, I don't think I should go 
inside like this. But thanks for asking."

She looked at me and giggled, then said "You are really dirty. Can I have 
lunch with you?"

"It's your patio, go ahead," I said jokingly.

"O.K., I'll be right back."

She went in the house and I started my sandwich again. In a few minutes she 
came back carrying a tray with a sandwich on a plate, a bowl of potato 
chips, and a couple of cans of Coke.

She put the tray down beside me and then sat beside it. "I brought you a 
Coke and some chips," she said. I had some stuff in my bag but she was being 
really nice so I thanked her and took a can.

She chewed on part of her sandwich for a while then started to talk, "That 
guy said I was sexy and cute but then he said I was a... a... a fat slut. Do 
you think that I'm a fat slut?"

I looked at her and then said, "No, I think he was pissed off because he 
couldn't do what he wanted. You're definitely not a slut because you didn't 
do anything. You're bigger than most girls your age but you're not fat. He 
just wanted to be mean because you stopped him. I think you acted very grown 
up and you have to remember that guys like that are jerks."

She looked pleased with that and then asked, "So, do you think I'm sexy?"

I didn't want to go too far with this, but I was a normally horny guy, and 
it was stimulating to talk to her like this, so I continued, "I think you 
must be the sexiest girl in grade seven and maybe you shouldn't try to show 
it off so much if you don't want guys thinking you're a slut."

"Yeah, I guess so. But sometimes I want to do something with a boy. I necked 
with a boy in grade eight one time but I don't think he ever necked before. 
I want to do it with someone who can do it right. An older boy."

"I think you can get into trouble doing that. Somebody like that guy in the 
park won't be much better and he'll just get you into trouble."

"Yeah, maybe I need to find an even older guy."

I decided that it was time to change the subject. I asked her about school 
and when she'd get out for summer. We talked about this and that while we 
ate lunch. Soon my self-allotted lunch break was almost up and I told Beth 
that I'd have to be getting back to work. She asked when would I finish and 
I told her that I normally worked until about 4:00 when I finished watering. 
She asked if she could see me when I finished and I said, "Well, if you're 
here when I finish then I guess you'll see me."

She said, "You know what I mean," then picked up the tray and went inside.

I went back to work. I loaded the wheelbarrow with sods and brought them 
back to put on the dirt that I'd spread earlier. A couple more loads and I 
soon had enough to cover the area. I'd grab one, throw it on the ground and 
unroll it, kicking it into place with my workboots. I worked pretty hard, 
feeling the stimulation of our conversation and trying to focus on what I 
was doing. At one point I could see Beth looking out a window at me. It 
looked like she moving slowly side-to-side, rubbing against something, as 
she watched. When she saw that I saw her she moved away quickly. I smiled to 
myself as I worked.

By 3:00 I'd finished putting down the sods and stamping them down. I grabbed 
the hose and started to water them. After a couple of minutes I heard Beth 
coming out. I looked over and said 'Hi'. She asked what I was doing and I 
explained that the sods had to be well soaked as their roots weren't into 
the soil yet.

"Why don't you use a sprinkler?"

"Most of these areas are full of corners and stuff and I use the hose to get 
it all watered. I guess I could use one here though if I had one."

Beth ran around the corner and came back with a sprinkler. "You can use 
ours, then you can be finished."

"Sure, why not."

I hooked it up and set it going in a couple of minutes.

Beth said, "Now you're done. Do you want a Coke. You could come inside."

I said that I'd like a Coke but I was too dirty to go inside.

"You could have a shower," she really wanted me to go inside.

"What about your mom? And I don't have any clean clothes."

"My mom won't be home for hours and I'll wash your clothes. You could have 
some that my dad left behind. There's a shower in the basement and I'll 
bring the clothes."

At this point I figured 'What the hell'; "Sure, show me the way."

Beth told me to go to the side door. I went around and she opened it from 
inside. I followed her down the stairs to a laundry room that had a shower 
stall. It was meant to be used as a 'mud room' when necessary. She brought 
me a towel and some old shorts and a T-shirt, then went upstairs.

I really enjoyed the shower thinking it would be nice to go home clean for a 
change. I finished, dried myself off, and put on the clothes Beth had left. 
She'd given me a really ragged pair of gym shorts and an old T-shirt with a 
beer logo. I would have to be careful to stay decent in the shorts, they 
were so worn out. I wondered if she'd planned that. I wiped down the shower 
stall with the towel then I threw it into the washer along with my own 
clothes. I added some detergent and started it up.

I called out, trying to find Beth. She answered and I followed the sound 
through a doorway into another room in the basement. It looked like someone 
had started to make a 'Rec Room' in the basement but never got very far. It 
had been panelled with wood veneer but the only things in it were a stuffed 
chair, a small couch, and a TV. The chair had a pile of clean but unfolded 
laundry on it and Beth was sitting on the couch.

She jumped up when I entered, posed with her arms spread and said, "Ta Da". 
I looked at what she was wearing. She'd changed into a tube-top and some 
satiny short-shorts. She looked at me and said, "What do you think? Do I 
look sexy?"

I looked her over. The clothes certainly showed off her ripening figure but 
they were definitely too obvious for my taste. And they didn't flatter the 
remaining baby fat. She looked like trailer trash.

"Well, you're sure showing everything. But I don't know, I think you like 
you don't want to look."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you look like what that boy in the woods said."

"You mean a slut?"

"Yeah."

She looked really sad when I said that. She'd dressed up trying to look good 
for me and now I didn't like it. I tried to comfort her.

"I think you'd look really nice in a dress or a skirt or something. 
Something pretty but not sleezy."

She brightened and said, "I know what," then ran upstairs.

While waiting I switched on the TV and tried to find something to watch. It 
only got three channels down there in the basement and all that was showing 
was 'soaps'. I left one on and sat on the couch. It was small with only 
enough room for two people.

Soon Beth came back down. This time she was wearing a dress. It was a green 
halter-necked sundress that came to just above her knees. She obviously 
taken off her bra to wear it and jiggled just slightly as she came in. Damn 
but she had great tits. High, firm, and pointed.

She twirled around after she came in and asked what I thought now.

"That's much better. Now you look very sweet and attractive, and that's sexy 
too."

"Good," she said and sat on the couch.

I sat beside her and we watched TV for a few minutes. Then Beth spoke up and 
asked, "Have you kissed a lot of girls?"

I hesitated and then said, "Not a lot, why?"

She looked down, and then back at me and said, "Well, because I don't know 
much about kissing and I want to know how."

"You must have kissed boys besides that guy in the park."

"Well, one time, but it was fast and I didn't learn much."

"Tell me about that time."

"Well, it was at my cousin Sarah's birthday party. She's a year younger than 
me. We were at her house and there was a bunch of kids and my Aunt Mary and 
my other cousin Steve who's her brother. He's sixteen and he was helping at 
the party. Anyway, we were playing hide and seek which is a little kids game 
but we were playing anyway and they have a really big house so there's lots 
of places to hide like in the basement and upstairs and stuff. I was going 
upstairs and Steve was going after me and he told me to go to the top floor 
which is like this little floor at the top of the stairs.

"We got up there and he opened a door which was this closet where there was 
a trap door to the attic and where they kept their winter coats and stuff. 
He pushed me in and then went in with me. So we had to stand really close 
because of all the coats and be quiet so we wouldn't be found."

"And that's when you kissed?"

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

"Well, he put his arms around me and started kissing. It was kind of good so 
I kissed back."

"Was that all you did?"

"Well, he put his hands on my bum and squeezed. It felt kind of good so I 
didn't stop him."

"What else did he do?"

"Well, he put one hand on the front and started rubbing my thingy."

By now I was trying to cover up the erection that had formed in the beat up 
shorts I was wearing. I was picturing this well-developed but naive girl 
getting felt-up in the closet.

"Did you like that?"

"I knew he shouldn't but I couldn't stop him. I was just frozen."

"I think you liked it. That's normal; it's supposed to feel good. Then what 
did he do?"

"Nothing, we could hear people yelling for us to come and eat cake so we 
went downstairs."

"Do you want to do that again?"

"Yeah, I'd like to but not some place where we have to hide. And I want to 
learn how to kiss."

We watched TV for a few more minutes while I tried to push my erection down 
and managed to rub it a little in the process. Then Beth spoke up again, 
"Would you kiss me?"

Now I don't know if you know this, but the little guy with the helmet and 
turtleneck sweater that lives in my pants has extraordinary powers. 
Sometimes he changes from this soft little guy to the man of steel and 
develops the ability to control my mind. He had been undergoing this 
transformation as I listened to her story and I was now under his command.

"I guess we could just do a little," I said.

Beth closed her eyes and puckered her lips.

"Let's get comfortable first," I said. I put my arm around her shoulders and 
bent over slightly. I brushed her lips with mine. She tried to push her 
mouth onto mine but I pulled away.

"No, start slowly. Just relax and take your time."

We started again. I kissed Beth lightly, just soft pecks really. As she got 
used to this I pressed a little harder, then parted my lips slightly and 
brushed my tongue across hers. This startled her, but then she opened her 
lips and returned the tongue kisses. Eventually we moved on to real french 
kissing, I lead the way and she followed, copying my actions.

I was getting into this, forgetting that she was barely a teenager, and 
really enjoying myself. I slid my free hand up her side and then across onto 
her tit. She flinched, but then pressed into my hand as she realized that I 
wasn't going to squeeze. She moaned quietly and kissed even more excitedly. 
I couldn't believe how firm her tit was, almost like foam rubber, and yet so 
yielding.

Suddenly I heard the washer in the other room shut off, my clothes were 
done. I broke the kiss. I waited to catch my breath then said, "I think my 
clothes are done. They better go into the dryer." Then I realized that if I 
got up I'd look like a sailboat with its boom out. "Maybe you should do it," 
I said to Beth.

"Yeah, O.K.," she replied, then got up and walked to the other room. I could 
hear her moving the  clothes from one machine to the other. I tried to 
adjust my erection to the most comfortable position, which was pointing 
towards my navel. As I heard her coming back I put my hands in my lap to 
cover it.

"Can we kiss again?" Beth asked as she came back in.

"Uh, yeah," I said.

This time Beth didn't sit on the couch but walked over and straddled my lap. 
I quickly pulled my hands away as she slid up close to me. I reached out and 
grabbed her ass, pulling her up as high as she would go. Now she was sitting 
right on my hard dick, she couldn't help but feel it. She bent her head down 
and we started kissing again, getting right into it.

I kept my hands on her ass, gently stroking. Beth really seemed to like this 
and started rocking back and forth. I'm pretty sure she was rubbing herself 
on my cock. It sure was doing wonders for me. I slid my hands up under her 
dress to the top of her panties, then slowly down over her full buttocks. As 
I did this I felt something stiff inside her panties. 'Oh, yeah' I thought, 
'she's having her period, that must be a pad.'

Beth was pushing down onto my cock harder and harder, then suddenly she 
broke the kiss and pushed away from me. "I've got to go to the bathroom," 
she said and climbed off my lap. She ran out of the room and up the stairs. 
A minute or so later she came running back. "That's better," she said and 
climbed back on my lap. Once again I pulled her up on my lap and we started 
necking. Again I ran my hands under her dress.

This time I didn't feel any panties though, just bare skin - she'd left them 
upstairs. I could feel her smiling at my discovery as we kissed. I just 
kissed harder and grabbed her ass, squeezing it as she started rocking 
again.

Remembering those gorgeous tits that were now rubbing up and down on my 
chest, I freed a hand and ran it up her side and onto one of the beauties. I 
flicked my thumb back and forth over the nipple feeling it rise to the 
occasion. 'I've got to see these,' I thought. I put my hand behind her neck 
and pulled on the bow of her halter. It released and I pulled on string 
down, pulling the front with it.

I pulled my head back and looked at the pink mounds in front of me. White, 
translucent skin, with fine veins showing through, capped by pale pink 
nubbins. I moved to one, licking across the nipple, then sucking it into my 
mouth. Beth just looked down at me not sure what to do. I moved my mouth to 
the other and repeated the process, pulling her chest hard against my mouth.

Beth gasped and her hips started moving again, this time losing their steady 
rhythm and becoming chaotic. I think she was about to cum for the first 
time. I heard her grunting softly in time with the movements of her crotch 
over my hard cock head. "Uh, uh, uh."

I was determined to make this experience a good and satisfying one for Beth. 
I kept sucking away and encouraging her hips to rock back and forth. By now 
the old shorts I was wearing were soaked by the various fluids coming out of 
both her and me, but I think they were too rough on her tender parts.

Beth put her hand down onto the waist band of the shorts and, lifting 
herself slightly, pushed the waistband down, freeing my cock. She dropped 
down again so that it was now running freely up and down her completely 
saturated groove. I was beyond thinking at this point. I threw my head back 
against the couch, grabbed her hips with both hands and started jerking them 
up and down across my cock.

Beth leaned forward so that her tits were on my chest and changed her motion 
so that she was now sliding up and down my chest. Of course the obvious 
thing happened. She moved far enough up that the head of my dick slid into 
the place it belonged. There was no way that I was going to stop. My dick 
was now the all-powerful master-of-creation with but one goal in mind - the 
placement of its offering in the holy grotto.

Beth realized what had happened as she felt the head slip into her opening. 
She paused for a moment and then just sat down, forcing it in. It was a 
tight fit, but there wasn't the resistance that I would have expected. I was 
in Valhalla, Nirvana, Paradise. I was a god about to unleash lightning from 
my sceptre of power.

I was bucking like a bronco trying to shake its rider. Beth reached her 
climax first and began to tighten even further. I could take no more and 
began to squirt into her what felt like the entirety of my balls.

Gradually we slowed and my cock shrivelled down to almost nothing, then fell 
out of her. As I recovered I realized what I, what we, had done. I pushed 
Beth up so she was sitting upright.

"Beth," I said, "what we did, what I did to you, we shouldn't have done."

"But it's what boys and girls do, isn't it?"

"It's what older boys and girls do, not thirteen year-olds."

"Some thirteen year-olds do."

"Yeah, well they shouldn't, they're too young."

"Well I'm not too young. I wanted to learn and I made you teach me."

I realized that she had. Not that I was fighting it, but she had led me on 
at each step.

"We better get cleaned up," I said, looking down at the mess we were in.

"Yeah," she said and smiled, "I'll go upstairs."

I went into the shower and cleaned my self up, then I put on my clothes that 
were now dry. I looked at the shorts which had a huge pinkish wet patch. I 
pushed them down into the laundry room garbage making sure they were well 
hidden.

Soon Beth came down again, still wearing her dress but looking much tidier. 
She rinsed her face and brushed her hair. I reached out and pulled her to 
me, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

"I think I'd better go now, before any neighbours come home."

We went up stairs to the side door which I opened and stepped through.

"Will I see you again?" Beth asked from the doorway.

"I'll be working here for another week or two," I replied.

"I think I'm going to have cramps tomorrow again," Beth said with a grin.

"I hope they don't stop you from talking to the gardener," I said and 
grinned back. I walked around the corner and turned off the sprinkler which 
was still watering the lawn. I looked at the grass and thought 'It's just 
going to die again. I wonder if I'll have the same job next year.'

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